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Once I was told, "If you're not careful, you're going to end up the crazy cat lady." And I couldn't stop my mouth. I tried. But you can't just grab the words and shove them back in, no matter how much you might want to. "But I like cats."

Moving along, I have the start to a fantastic headache. Luckily I have a giant bottle of pain relief, and also I think it's a caffeine withdrawal headache so let's remedy that now, shall we?

I had a dreamhouse. Two, actually. Both actually kind of messed with my head, truth be told. They're both quick, so just scroll on unless you think you were in them or you like cracked out dream retellings.

Last one first. In it, I guess I'd graduated or done something in college and it was a Big Freakin' Deal. And somehow I ended up inviting the Ex to the celebration without actually meaning to. I think the dream placed the blame on Facebook since it's not like I could call him or anything, but maybe I emailed. Don't know. Point is, for whatever reason he actually agreed to come and I remember this moment in the dream, before he showed up, where I was freaking out because I haven't spoken to him in years and not entirely by choice, either. So why in hell would I invite him? Yes, applying earth logic to dreams always works, doesn't it?
   Anyway, he appears and we're sitting in my room on my bed (I lack chairs for the most part) and I'm trying to think of where he's going to sleep and why the hell he doesn't have a hotel room or something because there's no room at this inn... and I start to cry. Because of the way things ended and I was finally going to find out what the hell had happened and why he was too much of a chickenshit to tell me at the time. I was going to get that explination that would probably not make things all better, but at least I would know why and the fact that he'd shown up for this meant it hadn't all been some elaborate lie...

And then my brother woke me up to sign something for my father. I might point out that I had this exact dream twice today. The. Exact. Same. Dream.

The other is from a couple of nights ago, actually. In it, there's a road trip to visit zallia, only I don't think it's supposed to be where she actually lives *now*. I don't know for sure, obviously, but not the point. In the dream, she's in this fairly small town and for awhile the dream is pretty awesome. I don't remember anything about it other than fun was had by all. Then, towards the end she mentions that she hasn't been sleeping well and she thinks it's because of this weird doll she got.

The doll is made of things a doll should never be made of (animals should not be harmed for these things, man.) and the doll is naturally something out of a Supernatural episode. It comes to life, sort of, and this is the least horrific thing about the damn doll. (Do not ask. You do not want to know.) But even that is creep-tastic. I remember what I've learned from TV and we have to find a way to burn the damned thing and it is not exactly willing to go quietly.

The good thing is that sometime, years ago, I managed to learn a trick for my nightmares. It usually works, and I can't explain it, but there's a moment in the dream where I realize it's a dream, or at the very least I become so stubborn that I insist I must be right and I can alter the dream so it doesn't scare the crap out of me. I believe it took living through a hundred repeats of a bomb in a stripmall before I picked up on this, though. So, dream dolly is trying to escape and kill us all (don't they always) and my stubbornness kicks in and... well. Dolly loses. The dream ends with it pouring and us being unsure how to drive home since everyone is shaky as hell and no sleep and... yeah.

Oh, the problem with that trick is that once I invoke that rule as it were, I become incapable of anything not semi-normal in the dream. Oh, sure, I can run through a building and not end up completely winded (not at all likely) but if I was in a world where I'd need telekinesis or something? Screwed.